Funky Brakewire

Lyrics

If I could teach the world to sing In perfect harmony I'd give them our guitars and drums And call them Isocracy If all we spoke were games and jokes And funny little fantasies We'd make you swim in burnt coleslaw And wear tight designer jeans In a time when peace and love is cool And Liberals are so trendy You think that might spark some change Instead, we go out and buy troop tennies Next time you got the righteous bitch And you're so bored with your scene Pick up the phone, a dial tone And ring up old Isocracy 415-222-5099 Call before it's way too late